


BTS Smut Scenarios

by Imagination_of_a_melted_bitch



Category: Jeon Jungkook - Fandom, Jung Hoseok - Fandom, Kim Namjoon - Fandom, Kim Seokjin - Fandom, Kim Taehyung - Fandom, Min Yoongi - Fandom, Park Jimin - Fandom, bts
Genre: F/F, Jung Hoseok smut, Kpop smut, Multi, bts scenarios, bts smut, jeon jungkook smut, jin smut, kim namjoon smut, kim seokjin smut, kim taehyung smut, kpop scenarios, min yoongi smut, park jimin smut
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-12-08
Updated: 2018-12-08
Packaged: 2019-09-14 07:07:30
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,518
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16908420
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Imagination_of_a_melted_bitch/pseuds/Imagination_of_a_melted_bitch
Summary: Welp...Tumblr is dying and I've always wanted an account on here! I'll be posting my previous BTS smut scenarios and my future BTS smut scenarios so, stay tuned!





	BTS Smut Scenarios

“That was a great play,” Your voice comes from nowhere but sounds like it’s coming from every direction. “I really like watching you play,” Jin continues to look around the locker room, his equipment long forgotten. His thick brows looked like wiggling caterpillars as he furrowed them in confusion, his heart beginning to race as it became a challenge to place where the voice was coming from. “You get on that field and,” There you are, you appear from the slowly vanishing mist from the team’s showers. “It’s like you’re not even the same person.” Jin’s mouth fell open at the sight of you, this beautiful angel before him.

“H-how did you get in here?” Jin looks around the locker room once again, trying to see if the team just so happened to be playing a joke on him. “Did the guys set you up to this?” It’d be something they did, they were always playing jokes on the captain, Jin, just because they knew he loved them too much to actually get upset about them.

“No.” You take another step toward Jin and he squints, trying to drink in every aspect of your appearance.

“Wow!” Jin jumps back when his eyes meet yours, “Are those contacts or something?” Your eyes were a bright yellow, almost glowing like the sun. They created a beautiful comparison to your skin and just as expected it took no more for Jin to fall for you.

“No,” you giggle, taking another step forward. “They’re real.” You begin to bat your lashes at him, almost losing your cool and collected composure when he lets out a high pitched squeal of surprise. “Do you not like them?” You play coy, taking another step forward, batting your lashes at him once again. This serves no purpose besides keeping his focus on your eyes.

“N-no I do! I do!” The eye contact is too much and he nearly bursts into flames, wondering where his confidence, his pride, has suddenly gone. Jin was a lady’s man, worldwide handsome, is what he referred to himself as and though it turned you away you couldn’t argue with something so true. “It’s just, it’s just,” Jin’s looking around and in a failed attempt of not looking at you he catches glimpse of your outfit. His eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of the tight outfit you had on, it seemed as if you had been drawn up just to appease him.

“Oh,” You look down, hands playing with the hem of the way too short skirt. “Do you like it?” You turn around, shaking your ass at him, the white laced panties that perfectly shaped and cupped your ass being exposed as the skirt shifted against your favor. “I chose it just for you,” you turn back to face him, hands smoothing out the skirt.

“For me?” Jin points to himself and as the conversation continues, he’s sure that this is a prank being pulled on him. “Jungkook?” He shouts the younger male’s name, “What kind of sick, cruel joke is this?” Jin rips his gaze from your figure and begins to look around the locker room once again, sure he’s to find a camera or a hidden member from his team. In his search for the person he believes to be behind your appearance, he’s unaware of you moving closer until you’re right behind him, eyes burning a hole in his back. “Ah!” He jumps when he turns around to come face to face with you. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that, not everyone is…like me,”

“I’m sorry,” you shy away, giving him a little space, still being pretty close that he could feel your body heat. “I just really had to see worldwide handsome up close,” You bring a hand up to cup his face, running your thumb over the outline of his plump lips. Jin is bewildered by your bold actions but allows himself to melt into your touch. This, of course, was his first time ever meeting you but when you touched him he melted into your warmth and it seemed to ignite something within him. “Golly,” your voice isn’t as sweet as it was earlier, it had become deeper and darker, serving to lure him into a trap you had intentionally and unintentionally set forth. “You are handsome,” your voice isn’t shaky, it doesn’t waver, it’s like you had become a whole new person.

“T-thanks,” Jin’s lips pull into a tight line, those brows furrowing once again when you drop your hand. He begins to miss your warmth, and he had no clue what had become of him. How could he, someone usually so cool and confident quake in your presence, long for you when you’ve barely touched him. “God, who are you?”

You smirk and lean in close, lips hotly pressed against his ear, hands coming behind your back, fingers intertwining as you effortlessly return back to the girl that had first stepped out of the mist. “My name’s pride but you can call me Y/N,” and like that you were gone. Jin grunts, falling to his knees. He felt like he was going mad, had you really disappeared before his eyes? Was he going insane? Maybe it was the stress of the big game coming up, he couldn’t pinpoint it but if it meant he’d get to imagine you once again, it was a stress he was willing to endure.

It had been three days since Jin’s encounter with you, and he’s searched the entire campus looking for you. He even went to the dean and asked if there was a student with your name and to no avail. There were no records of a girl with your name or the other name you had given him. Pride, what kind of name what that? Who named their child Pride? Jin had begun to grow angry at the fact you had either given him a false name or he had completely imagined his encounter with you. Both scenarios angered him beyond reasonable thought and he was just hoping to get over it that was until he saw you again.

“Pride? Y/N? Whatever the hell your name is!” He approached you in the small coffee shop just on the outside of the campus, startling not only you but the others around you, who had not expected such volume in such a usually quiet and calm environment. You watched him sit across from you, his shoulders rising and falling from the run he had broken out into from across the street when he had spotted you.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You close your book and push your glasses up the bridge of your nose. You do this on purpose to draw his attention to your eyes, they were no longer their bright yellow color and instead a cool brown. Jin doesn’t even bother with the fact your eyes were once yellow because he knew he’d sound insane trying to argue about something like that against you.

“Yeah, well, kind of,” Jin no longer felt like he was going insane because he now felt insane. “Your name is Pride right?” Jin had realized where he was and bought his voice to a hushed whisper shout. “Well I went to the dean and he said he had no records of a student named Pride or Y/N,” Jin mentally facepalms, he sounded like a psycho stalker, this was no way to approach a girl, ever! He reminds himself.

“Well, my name is Y/N,” you reassure him and hold up your student ID, “I don’t understand why he lied because last time I checked I was paying twenty thousand a semester just like the rest of you,” you drop the tag around your neck, lips forming the most adorable pout Jin had ever seen. “I’m sorry, you never did introduce yourself,”

Jin stares at you like you had stepped out of a portal of an alternative universe with eight arms and two heads. “So you’re just going to pretend…that! That! Didn’t happen?” Jin begins to raise his voice again, his head going through so many emotions anger had become his only outlet. “I’ve been searching, nonstop, for you for the last three days since you’ve left me high and dry in the damn locker room and you’re just going to pretend you don’t know me?” He stood up from his seat and calmly, a little too calmly for the way he was just acting, pushed his seat in and turned on his heel and stormed off.

“What’s his problem?” You whispered to yourself, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose once again. You pick up your book again, watching Jin angrily march away from the coffee shop from the corner of your eye. “I’ll see you again soon Jin, no worries.”

Soon enough your words would become reality, a reality that would crush and give life to Jin all in the same breath. “Hi,” You squeaked, pushing open the locker room doors, appearing as you had done before. “You really are amazing out there,” Jin doesn’t greet you like he did last time and ignores you, grumbling something about being in a hurry. “Oh don’t be that way Jin, I missed you,” your voice sounded nothing like the way it did in the coffee shop. You saunter toward him and he notices, out of the corner of his eye not wanting to give you the full satisfaction of having his attention, you’re not wearing the skirt you wore the other day. Instead, you wore a pair of shorts just as short as that damned skirt that had burned into Jin’s memory, providing a week’s worth of masturbation material. Your shorts cupped your ass just as your panties had and it was very clear that you weren’t wearing panties and Jin wanted to ravish you then and there. You stand behind him and your hands slowly smooth over his broad shoulders, teeth clamping down on your lip when you notice the way he flinches under your touch.

“You didn’t miss me too much, you couldn’t even remember me the other day in the coffee shop,” you shush him, and step over the bench, plopping down on it in a straddling position. “What’s your game, eh? Who are you really?” You shush him again and move closer so your chest was pressed against his arm, your hand falling to his knee. You had allowed him some confidence because you simply wanted to see how he’d act with it versus the first time when you had sapped it all from him.

“I told you who I am Jinnie,” the name was new and it sent blood to his cheeks, and he had never been so thankful the lights in the locker room were always going in and out. “I’m Pride, now you remember that and don’t forget it.” You softly hum, your hand, in turn, running up and down his thigh, nails raking gently over the fabric of his long-johns.

“You really know how to be a tease,” he hisses, watching with a mixture of anticipation and distaste as you near his bulge. “I don’t like it,” he grabs your hand and moves it to his bulge, cutting straight to the chase, something you know he would’ve never been able to do the other night. Jin stares at your hand, brows furrowed as he struggled to instruct you on what to do next.

“Come on Jinnie, what do you want me to do?” Jin’s head snaps toward you, eyes staring into those blinding yellow eyes of yours and he knows he’s started something he was incapable of finishing at the moment. “Here,” you squeezed him through his long-johns, eyes flickering to your normal brown when he whimpers at the action and your curse under your breath, withdrawing your hand. You weren’t in as much control as you thought.

“Please, touch me,” he picks up your hand again and places it on his bulge again, brows furrowing in frustration when he realizes that’s as far as he can go in his instruction. “I just, I need you to touch me,”

“I can’t!” You fly up from your position on the bench and back away from the shivering male, his arousal was flooding your senses and you were starting to lose control, knowing you’d reveal your real self if you didn’t get it together. “I’ll see you again Jin,” you promise him with a flirty wink before disappearing again.

“What the hell?” Jin throws his arms over his head, running his fingers through his still wet hair in frustration. “Who is she and why does she make me feel this way?” Jin brings a hand down, groping himself through his long-johns. He has this growing urge to come and he knows he’s not going to be able to if he doesn’t do it himself, the image of you in those shorts fresh in his mind. He lifts his hips to pull down his long-johns and freed his rich hard cock. He spits into the palm of his hand, grabbing his cock with a harsh grip. He felt so pathetic, letting a girl get to him let this, letting a girl fill his head with desire like this, especially when you’ve only met in such a way twice. “Shit,” he swipes his thumb over his leaking slit, surprised the feeling of his own hand created so much pleasure, maybe it was because he was still on a high of arousal, the memory of you squeezing his cock fresh in his mind. “God,” he leans back against the locker, hand quickening over his cock. The slick sound of his hand sliding along his wet shaft mixes and fills the locker room with the sounds of his soft groans. “Fuck,” he bangs his head against the locker, eyes fluttering shut as he allows himself to imagine your body. First, he thinks about the first time he had met you, the way that your skirt covered nothing, your panties on display for his hungry eyes. He wishes he could find it in him to pin you against one of the sets of lockers and lift that damn skirt to eat the sweet pussy he knew those panties hid from him. “Shit,” he hisses as the grip he had on his cock tightens in a failed attempt to stop an orgasm that had come all too soon. “God.” He stares at his knuckles painted with his cum and shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Just wait until we meet again.”

You wouldn’t meet again until the night of the big game but Jin, no matter how hard he tried, could not shake the thought of you from his mind. He had given up searching for you and just hoped you were in one of his halls and he had just happened to miss you by some oddball chance. Unfortunately, his wishes fell short and he was stuck in a phase he couldn’t exactly describe as he had no clue why or how you had so much pull over him.

“Jin! You’re the man!” His teammates boosted his ego, lifting him on their shoulders, they had won their big game but he wasn’t too focused on it or the opportunities spilling out in front of him as much as he was worried, or well, hoping to see you again. He had connected something, you had started to show up in the tournaments, and only after a win and only when Jin made the game-winning play. He couldn’t put much more together and his sanity was slowly slipping from him.

“Thank you for such a great season captain!” Jungkook shouted, clamping his hand on Jin’s shoulder when the older male was let down. “There’s no way we could’ve done this without you,” Jungkook smiled his signature bunny smile, making Jin smile in content of simply being in the presence of the adorable, younger male. Jungkook had that effect on people, of all genders and sexes alike.

“Jin! You should totally join us for the after party! I know you mentioned something about having plans!” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, not even stopping to see Jin’s reaction, all of the players returning to the locker room.

“I’ll think about it,” Jin trailed off, scratching the back of his neck as he watched the others, push, pull, and lift each other in the hallway back to the locker room.

“What’s wrong?” Leave it to Jimin to pick up in Jin’s lack of excitement and with that angelic smile Jin couldn’t help but cave in. “A girl, eh? Since when have you ever been hooked up on a girl?” Jimin giggles cutely, nudging the older male, a suggestive tone in his voice. “Hyung, you’re worldwide handsome!” Jimin reminded him with a wiggle of his brows, “you could go out and get any girl you wanted! Who wouldn’t want to be with the captain of the best team in the league?” With that Jimin leaves Jin to relish in his thoughts, the older male doing nothing but kicking dirt as he’s reminded of the effect you have on him. He tried, he had really tried to hook up with another girl but he couldn’t bring himself to even spew out a decent enough pickup line when he actually came face to face with her.

Jin was always the last to leave the locker room, as captain he was to make sure the locker room was clean, all showers were off and cleaned and no one had left anything behind. He seemed like a parent more than a captain but it didn’t bother him too much, they were a good team and you take care of a good team.

“Hi,” Your voice makes his heart flutter before his brain can even register that you were there in front of him. “I saw what you did!” You taunt, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. You moved side to side in a childish manner, your voice light and airy, nothing like it was the other night. “You’re always saving the game aren’t you?” Jin drops his bag and bounds toward you, pinning you against the locker. For him to be the best player on his team, the action seemed to knock the wind out of him.

“You! You little-“ Jin doesn’t know what he wants to say, he can’t seem to form the right words to describe how you made him feel. “You’re such a damn tease.” He shakes his head, eyes boring into yours. “No you’re worse than a tease, you’re a, you’re a-“ Jin let’s out a shout of frustration, hitting the locker with balled fists. Jin felt different than before, he felt his full confidence washed over him, if not he felt more confident than ever. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Yeah,” you push him away from you with your index and middle finger, the sheer force behind the action making his eyes pop out of their sockets. “I almost didn’t come,” You warn him, eyes raking his form, he towered over you yet he was so vulnerable and weak compared to you. “You weren’t feeling too good about that last play were you?” Jin mindlessly shakes his head no, shocking himself by how obedient he was around you. “I could tell,” you push him back again and the back of his knees hit the bench. “Almost had me worried there for a sec,” you click your tongue and push him down onto the bench, trapping him in another sense.

“If I had lost you wouldn’t have come?” You shrug, dropping to straddle his lap as you had done the bench the other day.

“It all depends on how you’re feeling,” Jin finally realized he would never understand you and that you would never really tell him what he wanted to know. “If you lost and felt like a sore loser I wasn’t going to come but if you lost and felt good about making it to the big finale, even after all that’s happened I would’ve been here sooner.”

Your hands are colder than usual when you grab his face. “You’re a confusing person, Y/N,” he spits your name and though it is meant to hurt you, you hear the alternative meaning behind it and just chuckle. Your thumbs begin rubbing circles on the apples of his cheeks, hips lowering so your ass was pressed firmly against his bulge. A bulge he hadn’t even felt growing.

“I know,” you whisper leaning in so your lips were barely touching, “it doesn’t matter though, does it? You know why? Because you want me, and since you want me you aren’t really worried about the complicated shit, are you?” You don’t give him time to answer, pressing your lips against his. He doesn’t even know how to begin explaining the way your lips felt against his, all he knew is that he wanted more and this time he was willing to do whatever it took. His hands leave his sides to grip your hips, holding you in place so you had no chance to get up and disappear again. “Hmm,” you hum against his lips, hands dropping to grab his wrist, moving them to your lap. “I didn’t say you could touch me,” if he only knew the game you were playing. “I’m proud of you Jinnie, you’ve gotten so much more confident,” you stood up his lap, smirking because he clung on to everything you were doing. You snapped the strings of the cami against your skin, letting Jin know you were planning to strip. “I’ve always known you to be confident Jinnie. You’re always so cocky, holding your head high. Tell me, tell me why you’re so cocky?”

“Uh, well,” Jin smirks, gesturing toward his face. “With a face like this how can you not be?” You scoffed and dropped your hands to your sides.

“I’m not taking anything off until I’m satisfied with your answer.”

“Ah! What kind of deal is that? You were already going to strip!” Jin threw his arms over his head, acting like a child which only made you laugh, leaning back against the lockers.

“Why are you so cocky?” You repeat and he scratches the back of his neck, wondering what the hell you wanted from him. “What is the one thing that fuels cockiness?” You take mercy on him, this time lifting your skirt up to reveal your bare lower half.

“Fuck!” He hisses, running a hand over his face. This was harder than test he ever had to take in all his years of life. He watches you with hooded eyes, desperately searching his mind for the answer and then it clicks. “Pride…” it isn’t an epiphany and he honestly becomes unsettled when he realizes that was the answer. “It’s pride, you’re Pride,” you reward him by pulling your cami over your head. “Holy-“ He reaches out, dying for a touch only for you to smack his hand away.

“I still didn’t say you could touch me,” Jin was growing tired of your teasing and thought about pinning you against the locker and fucking up until you begged him to stop touching you but that wasn’t very gentleman like. Also, you terrified him and made him realize something he never wanted to.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” there it is, that name, is as if he’s trying to elicit a different feeling than lust but it fails because you had a one track mind, once you were in the mood, nothing could stop or slow you down. “I’ve got to admit, though I hate to, I fucking love being bossed around by you.” His words draw no new reaction from you as you knew this.

“Don’t worry, I know,” you hook your fingers in the band of your skirt and pull it away from your body letting it bunch around your feet. It’s only now that Jin realizes you weren’t even wearing shoes, you were such a confusing and complex character he didn’t even begin to question you anymore. “So tell me,” You turn around, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. You give them a gentle squeeze, knowing he wanted nothing more than to replace your hands with his own. “How much much pride do you have in your ability to fuck the shit of me?” It’s another question left hanging in the air, you never expected any real response.

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Jin stands up and spins you around, pinning you against the lockers once again. “That’s what I take pride in the most, baby,” it was a different and new nickname and you cursed yourself for allowing such a simple word to cause such a great effect on you. “Now will you please give me permission to touch you so I can fuck you properly?” Jin was usually a guy who got straight to the point. He was always into kissing and touching up his partner but he didn’t rely on any extra prep or foreplay. From his experience, every girl he had been with melted in his presence and a hand on their ass or lips against their skin was enough to make them soak their panties. His dick worked wonders if he were to toot his own horn.

“Is that so?” You continue to taunt him, even though you had fallen victim to his words, to his actions. The insides of your thighs were slick with arousal and all you had done was kiss him, there was something special about him and his pride wasn’t as misplaced as you thought it was.

“Yeah,” he whispers, breath fanning over your face. Your eyes remained on his but his eyes were on your lips, he never felt the need to kiss someone as he did now. “So?”

You whimper, the closeness, the heat between you too so surreal you had no choice but to cave, not to satisfy his needs but to satisfy your own. Needs you never had before, as you had said, Jin was special and was proving to be so with each passing second. “You make a convincing argument,” You really wanted him to pin you against the locker and eat your pussy like he had thought of doing, but you were confident enough his dick would be more than enough to get you off and it’s not like there wouldn’t be more opportunities. “So what are you waiting for? Fuck me.” You whisper huskily, lulling your eyes closed with a soft, satisfied smirk.

“About fucking time,” Jin roughly pulls his long-johns down his legs and kicks them away, his cock standing to attention. “How do you want me?” You eye him from head to toe, an unreadable expression on your face.

“I’m leaving it up to you, fuck me in a position you’re sure to make and leave an impression.” With this Jin bends down ever so slightly and cups the undersides of your thighs and you take this as a signal to jump, legs wrapping around his hips. You almost weighed nothing which was factually impossible because of the way you were developed but Jin paid no mind to this and readjusted his position against the locker. You do the honors of reaching under yourself and grabbing his cock, running his dripping slit against your soaked core.

“Ready?” All Jin needs is your nod of approval before he pushes up into you. “Fucking shit,” you were tighter than he could’ve ever imagined and he doesn’t know what it was but it was as if you were meant for him. Your walls stretched around his cock, eagerly accepting the delicious stretch his girth provided. The sound he made when he pushed in echoed off the wall, your juices rolling down his cock with ease, you were so turned on it was almost embarrassing.

“Come on, fuck me already,” Jin pulls you closer to him and drops his face into the crook of your neck. It was taking all and I do mean all he had within him not to explode then and there. “Jin,” you warn him when he fails to move but the simple way you say his name made his quake and his pride would not let him come too early when you were finally letting him fuck you.

“You’re just,” Jin pulls out, lifting your body to aids in the process. “You’re just so tight,” he hisses, wishing he could relish in the fact you were literally soaked just from his simple touch but he was having trouble breathing let alone speaking. “But don’t worry,” his teeth sink into the skin of your collarbone, fingers digging into your ass as he holds you in place, “I’m going to fuck you just right,” Jin growls and all his pent-up frustration from the way you’ve left him wondering and wanting more for the last few weeks I released and he wants you to feel it, he wants you to feel it all.

“Jin,” you cry as he slams into you, bringing your body down so you meet his thrust. His cock seemed to be ripping you in half you were so tight and he was so big. “It feels so good,” your hand came up to cup his face, forehead pressing against his. There was nothing hotter to you than constant eye contact when fucking and as your eyes bore into his it had become a silent yet mutual agreement to keep your eyes on the other. Your juices rolled down his hard shaft, spilled down your thigh and pooled onto the floor. You were making a mess of your arousal and Jin can honestly say he has never seen or felt a girl get so wet.

“I’m trying my best not to be cocky but you’re literally soaking my cock in your juices,” Jin chuckles, squeezing you ass harder in response to your small whimper and walls clenching around him.

“You carry entirely too much pride on those shoulders for someone who was just seconds away from coming.” You clench around him again and your eyes aren’t just boring into his it was if you were staring directly through him, reading him for who he truly was. “So shut it and just fuck me,” your hand moves to play either hair at the naps of his neck, giving it a sharp tug, loving the way he reacts in the bitchiest way. A soft, delicate moan falls from those plump lips and it’s all too much you have to feel them against yours. You press your lips against his and grant him a break by letting your eyes flutter closed. Jin can’t describe the way his pleasure intensifies when you become connected in more way than one but if you wasn’t close to coming before he was right on the doorstep, continuously ringing the bell. You snake your hand between your bodies and press your middle finger against your swollen clit, thighs shaking at the relief you grant yourself. You start with slow circles, slowly advancing in the kiss. You swipe your tongue over his lips and without hesitation he lets you in, tongue gently fighting against yours. It’s as if he knew the pace you had set, and as your finger grew quicker on your clit so did his tongue against yours. This lasted until you were desperately rubbing your clit, ready to topple over the edge any second and the kiss had become all tongue and teeth. “Jin,” you cry softly, whispering his name against his lips as your orgasm washed over you. You’re toes curled into themselves, your body shaking against his. Jin doesn’t have to look down to know you had squirted, his wet thighs enough proof.

“You’re so sexy, so damn sexy,” Jin begins to push harder, begging for a release now. Your hooded eyes fall to where the two of you were connected and your soft mewls and the fact you hadn’t told him to put you down was enough to let him know you wanted him to finish off inside of you. “Thank you, thank you so much,” he praises, knees buckling from how intense his orgasm is. He knows it’s the most he’s ever come before, his seed rolling down his own shaft as it had become too much for you to hold in. Jin takes a step back and falls down on the bench, bringing you with him.

“Hmm,” You hum contently, happy to have finished and happy to have given Jin a time he’d never forget. “I’d really love to stay, especially with all this energy in here but I’ve got a party to get to.” You stand up and grab your clothes, “I’ll see you around Jin and keep that chip on your shoulder, eh?” And just like that you were gone, leaving Jin with just a memory, a memory that would soon feel like nothing but a dream.

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you for sticking through me with that! Please make sure to comment if you liked it or want more!


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